Sense Field- Save Yourself.The swansong of the short, eventful chapter tingles in the night air, and your eyes speak more than everyone else. I refuse to count down the days finale; to a departure that paint the picture of releasing ' life ' through ' death '. The fountain evoked a thousand and one thoughts, and the last being you, cradled me to sleep under the dying stars.
Goodnight.
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing. (:
Seems like an everyday thing when you sit in the room, lights out and waste time away online. 22/7 was a good day in a long while. The company, and a whole giant tub of ice-cream is <3. And then it was a swim in the rain and the puddles, followed by a game of Warcraft with the gay mates in class. :D
Funny thing, life. One moment it's dull and the other moment everything's oh so interesting. And it's a wonder how much a single person you meet for three months can turn your life around so much. Smiles and laughters are wonderful creations, and I do love them so.
And I'm glad the lights in the sky are back on, and I'm going to have bedtime stories again. (: I do realise that when you try too hard, some things are pretty hard to keep hold of. I shall remind myself not to get " First Blood-ed" that often now, in the game that keep us guys in 07A2 going through the lazy lessons in school, as well as in the days that are gonna pass me by.
You caught me under false pretenses,How long before you let me go?Steven left on Sunday. You're one of my first friends during secondary school and you've taught me many things. From Counter Strike to Warcraft to playing pool, we've been friends for more than four years now. I know you probably won't see this now that you're away in Melbourne, but it's okay. This place here serves as a keepsake of recollections anyway. This is gonna sound weird for a guy, but yeah, it'd be weird without you around. The eleven of us will miss you.
Goodbye, dear old friend.
Glaciers melting in the dead of night,And the superstars sucked into the supermassive.It's a strange feeling. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm sinking so deep. Like a supermassive black hole, all else are sucked away into the vast deep space. But this rose of yours, it's killing me, it's bled me dry. The thorns, they hurt me like crazy and my world spins, and I don't know if it's you, or the pain that numbs my senses. The quicksand that conjures out from nowhere drowns out all sight and sound, hey you, won't you blow me out and end this game of cat and mouse.
You set my soul alight.You set my soul alight.It'd be pretty cool to live on the moon. I'll leap from crater to crater and collect space rocks. Aim them at planet Earth and throw them as hard, as far, as I can. Then I'll watch it fly and vanish into the night, into space, into the dark and into nothingness. Maybe someday, a meteorite would crash onto the Moon and if I'm lucky to be alive, I'll spend my days waiting for shooting stars to appear. I wish, I wish upon a shooting star..
That you'll be up here with me. (:
Happy Valentine's Day.Happy Birthday, Carey.Happy Birthday, Karen.I'm a tad too late. But as it goes, valentine's day struck itself off the calendar like any other ordinary day. I told myself I'll be contented to even catch a glimspe of your shadow, and that's enough to knock me off my feet. Thank you 07A2 for the gifts and the company, I do love you all alot. (:
The past week's probably the worst week I've endured since the start of the new year. Getting a 13 on my scoresheet kept me down for a couple of days. Failing to hang onto my job just to send my friend off to Melbourne seemed an all too familiar scene that played itself out once too often in the past. But it's just a passing storm. Slight drizzles, a few streaks of lightning and thunder in the background.
It's 12.25 now. I know it's early but it's been a long day. Before the clockworks of time race too far ahead, I'll need to take a few seconds to lock the past week's events up in a single chapter. But, that's for another day.
For now,
the magic flute plays. Goodnight, world.
Goodnight, you. (:
Plug In, Baby.I got back my results today. That tiny slip of paper, holding what was in the past, and what is to be in the future. I stared at my grades, and they stared back. Silently. As everything unfolds ever so gently, I traced the outline of the number that appears so often in my head these days.
13.
If this was the mid or final years, I'd be over the moon. 1 A1, 3 A2s and 3 B3s. I never dreamt that I could ever have acheived that on my own. This is probably the best set of grades I've ever gotten since the day I stepped into secondary school. But.. this isn't any ordinary exams.
This is the O's Levels.
I'd have settled for 12. To get into ACJC is to far away a dream, but SAJC wasn't that far off. But what I feared for came true in the end. Getting a 13, just a single point of what I had wanted to get. So here I am, stuck and lost, and not knowing who/where to turn to.
13. I tried my darnest best, and I got 13.
I should be feeling happy. I really should. I did reasonably well. I proved to Mum and Dad that I'm able to acheive As for my Mathemactics. I proved myself to those who doubted me. I acheived better grades than most of my peers. I worked my hardest and did my best.
But why am I feeling this..
Numb?
Can you grant me one last wish,Play russian roulette as we kiss.When I was young, I used to drag my blanket along behind me wherever I go. It was especially so when my parents are away, or when I fell sick. My blanket was my trusted companion, soaked with years of tears. I bury my head into it and cry all the time. It was the same in many occasions, like when Mum and Dad fought in the past, when I see toys that I want but never could have, and when I couldn't reach the chocolates on the highest compartment in the fridge. While children these days grow emotionally attached to their maids who are by their side 24/7, it was my blanket that watched me grow up. I still recall the times when I try to explain my sadness to the grown-ups around me, but it never did worked once. But it was my blanket who seemed to understand, and even though speech was never an option with it, its presence gave me silent security, and needless to say, warmth.
Of course, it wasn't all sadness and tears. I remember that when no one was at home, I'd tie my blanket around my neck and 'fly' across the living room, pretending that I'm the invincible Superman. I'd jump up and down on the sofa, and do all kinds of silly things. It's a wonder how we used to entertain ourselves as kids when we were young.
I'll be your cheap novelty.Blow your brains out on me.I guessed I failed in my attempt to burn myself out today. An afternoon spent playing soccer went a long way in making sure my temperature rise considerably, but I was able to last through the day. Now, the fever's taking its toll on me, and it's a good thing that dear 'ol blanket is always there, rain or shine.
I'm still sane. It's just that sometimes, when everything crashes into you like freight trains, it's only normal to retaliate with everything you've got. And it's when you lie exhausted and gasping for breath, when your mind's left spinning and your knuckles bruised, that you pick up your blanket, and continue that lonesome path down the dark, cold tunnel.
You can be my james dean.
And I'll be your sweet queen.After all, no ordinary freight trains can stop Superman, can they?
